Feather blades flying together

Solid fireworks or something, such a simple and rude name, the style of painting made up by the brain can understand that it is useless.

Everyone was worried. Although they didn't particularly care about the life and death of other bloodlines, after all, they had been worshiped as heroes for so many years.

And those groups are dead, and we live alone.

Everyone still cherishes their feathers. In order to avoid hurting the hearts of the pure white chicks at the bottom, we must let them know that as long as your heart is towards the bright moon, the bright moon will never shine in the ditch. In addition, after being indomitable for thousands of years, one day I suddenly found that it was very difficult to deal with a group of beasts without IQ, which hurt my self-esteem too much.

Arthur stared at the dismantled buckle in a daze, thought for a long time, and finally patted the table, "I'll send this back to Duan Tianya immediately, and arrange for Chris to enter the workshop. His new design should be useful."

The elders of the golden eagle parents took turns firing the nail gun just now, and they were quite interested in the female who could make this thing, and even more interested in his new design.

Charlie kicked Arthur, "Go and come back."

Arthur went to the technician to carry several round buckles with slightly different shapes, and went back in a hurry.

Chris had breakfast here and explained his design drawings to the three girls to reassure them that we have weapons to deal with giant beasts.

After all, a carbon-based creature, no matter how thick its skin is, can it be too thick to shake the war bug shell of a starship in a vacuum space environment?No matter how big an animal is, is it bigger than a female worm whose body is about the size of a medium-sized starship?

The giant beast's defense of tens of kilograms of epee attached to a high-speed downward slash, Chris said, is not as good as the land armored vehicles of our home planet before we entered space.

So, you only need a shoulder-fired light rocket launcher with armor-piercing shells!The manufacturing process is simple, the cost is low, and the raw materials are easy to find.

Chris's adoration by the girls stimulated the deep-seated gene of being a good teacher, and gave the three girls a morning course on how to make gunpowder thrust in a simple and simple way.

Eve and the others are undoubtedly smart students in the Saiwei Palace. Although they do not have a systematic physical foundation, they miraculously learned from the mechanics of making some automatic small ornaments in the manual class, and by analogy to the weapon dynamics. Also excited to hear.

The four of them forgot to eat while discussing, and when the sun was high, Arthur came back.

Chris also stayed for a while, saying goodbye in such a "tragedy" way in the morning, and he came back in less than five hours, really, really, too indescribable...

Arthur blew into the house like a gust of wind, put down a small cloth bag, and showed several rusty round buttons, ranging in size from one centimeter in diameter to four or five centimeters, "I found these things under the forehead skin of the giant beast. I think I should show you."

The three girls hid back when they heard the words. After all, they looked dirty and smelled fishy with the astringent smell of metal corrosion.

Chris didn't dislike it, picked it up and felt the weight, and soon found the seams on the side, "I need a tool to take it apart to see."

It turned out to be a refined and smelted steel product. Does this mean that there is civilization on the other side of the moat?

Chris became excited. The gravity system on both sides is completely different, and the climate and environment are also very different. Such a big difference is almost two planets.

Then, according to general reasoning, the evolved species should also be very different!

Arthur pulled out a dagger from the boot shaft, and pried open all the round buckles along the seam three times, "Here, because you see the lines inside, do you see that the corner here is the same as the design you drew? Looks a lot like it? That’s why I really want to show you.”

Chris is about to stop breathing, what the hell, the unified drawing and notation principle of the Meridian Navy, where is my little friend?

So close, is the coordinate division of the Academy of Sciences wrong?

"I feel, the person who made this seems to have a lot of similar ideas with me..." Chris had a super hard time choosing words, and it didn't feel right.

Arthur didn't think about it at all, and was very happy to hear that he had an idea, "Really? Then according to your thinking, why do you think he made such a thing?"

This nerve signal transmission circuit is connected to the forehead that Arthur said. It is very likely that those giant beasts were driven to this continent by artificial guidance.

Chris blinked hard, well, my dear fellow countrymen, unconsciously we are standing in the opposite camp.

"Can you take me to Tianzhu?" Chris frowned, "I want to see how these things are embedded in the body of the giant beast."

Arthur refused without hesitation, "Not now, the number of behemoths gathered on the opposite bank exceeds any time in historical records, and I will not be able to guarantee your safety while fighting."

Chris frowned, "Have you never noticed whether there are intelligent creatures like us on the other side?"

Arthur recalled carefully, "No, it was not mentioned in our family history. Among the entire northern Falconer bloodline, the ancestor of the Golden Eagle family is the only bloodline that has the ability to try to go to the world over there. When we arrived Within the range, no traces of advanced intelligent biological activities have been found."

Therefore, the people on the other side may not have caused the tide of giant beasts on purpose.

Huh - don't rush for a while, don't rush for a while...

Chris muttered a few words, "Then arrange for someone to take me to the workshop, and find a way to solve the problem of the giant beast first."

In the values ​​of people in the interstellar era, animals also have animal rights, and humans should not try to control their behavior when they can coexist peacefully.

This little friend of mine used an implanted head that belongs to the category of abuse to directly control his thinking, which shows that these giant beasts are also his enemies.

"Then these..." Arthur paused, "Forget it, as long as you are busy, it's too tiring to leave it to you. There are also masters near Tianzhu who are dismantling and studying these things."

Chris considered the statement for a while, "I probably guessed that the people on the other side seem to be using these things to control the minds of the giant beasts and let them run to the natural moat earlier. Maybe this is the reason for the abnormal animal tide in the dry season. But it must be When you see a giant beast, you can only draw conclusions when you see it with your own eyes."

It's best to dissect the brains of several giant beasts. Although I am a rookie in this area, the optical brain is used to collect lost or rare gene fragments, so it is extremely powerful in analyzing life forms, so it should be no problem.

That is, in this way, my behavior will become unexplainable...

Elementary suggestions The principle of thermal weapons The world already has a vague concept, and it can be said that it stands on the shoulders of the predecessors and is good at summarizing and seeking changes.

Animal control, how much brain hole does it take to think of this?

How different is the development of civilization on the other side from this side? Chris really wants to yell at that fellow, tell me how you explain why you are so different?

Arthur stayed at home for a meal, summoned the family elders who stayed behind in Duan Tianya, and explained the situation on the front line to them.

This place is only more than 500 kilometers away from Tianzhu. Once the beast tide crosses the border, if they cannot be stopped, they can rush to Duantianya within an hour or two. Therefore, the people in the entire manor have also begun to enter a state of first-level combat readiness.

Charlie was very worried about the people in the family. Arthur looked at the elders whose eyes were covered by the creases on their faces, and the females and chicks in the whole manor. He was also worried, and began to wonder if it would be better for him to stay .

No matter how to protect the mainland, it is always the most important to protect the small family first.

"Or, I'll go back and tell Dad to send a team back."

The old man who was walking tremblingly knocked his calf with a cane, "You brat laughed at us, didn't you? When I chopped up the giant beast, your father's father was still in the egg!"

This sentence was approved loudly, and the old men echoed it.

The corner of Chris’s mouth twitched as he stood beside him, feeling that he was taking too much responsibility and had a long way to go. Also, when he was young, he might still be a little cute, but when he was older, he was so sick!

Arthur grinned and knelt, "Alright, alright, we will do our best to prevent the giant beast from coming!" Then he introduced Chris's new weapon design.

The old men are much more kind to the female little ones, especially the old and the young, and it’s the same in another world. They always have great enthusiasm for new and interesting things.

In particular, weapons that even females can operate, can't they let the old guys regain their fighting power?

It turned out that their way of showing approval for Chris was to tell Arthur, "Look at your partner, how realistic the idea is! You'll want to send someone!"

It was really wrong for me to always protect you, Arthur bid farewell with tears in his eyes, "Then please all the elders accompany Chris to the workshop, and be sure to ask the masters to cooperate more."

"Get out, get out!" The old men passed around a few nail guns, and felt that they loved everything except pink and the patterns on them.

For this reason, the old men didn't take a nap at noon, and took Chris to the workshop in a mighty way, wishing they could get that legendary bazooka in the afternoon.

With the boss in charge, you can get what you want. Chris made a list, chemical raw materials for gunpowder, abrasives for gun barrels and shells, samples of various existing steel products, and everything you want.

The workshop of the Falcon Eye blood line has the best craftsmen in the whole continent, and the boss is such a group of secondary patients with abnormal brain circuits.

So in the beginning, no one paid much attention to Chris' request.

But look at who is accompanying them, the old men are more difficult to deal with than the middle-aged bosses in power and the young masters. In order to prevent them from jumping and making themselves dizzy, everyone cooperated very well.

Chris was very happy when he entered the workshop. He felt like standing on top of the world with Shang Fang's sword and instructing others.

However, the boss of the workshop still kept an eye out, and only got a team to come over to cooperate with Waner, and the others still worked hard to manufacture the standard weapons needed by the front line.

After all, it is the dry season wartime!

Although everyone was very cooperative in behavior, their expressions were not very willing.

Chris didn't bother to tell them that most talented people in any era are rebellious, and it would be good to convince them with the facts.

We have elders who are pioneers, and they can do things very quickly, and then regret it within two hours.

The best formula for analyzing the characteristics of steel and the composition of gunpowder needs to wait until night to use the optical brain, so Chris almost tested the purity of raw materials in the workshop.

Contrary to his expectations, it was indeed the best workshop, and it was extremely efficient despite its reluctance. It completed the mold opening of the barrel and shells before the evening.

Chris originally wanted to say that I will go back tonight and check the data again, tomorrow...

Forced to swallow by the shining eyes of the old men, I randomly chose a steel material that was the most suitable according to the introduction of the master here and started to mold, and the gunpowder was randomly mixed according to the proportion.

"Alright then, I'll make one and show you how it looks."

This is what he thought when he compromised, well, he didn’t do material testing, so he was a little uneasy, just make a model for the grandpas to see.

Then it got out of hand, and the dinner was all suppressed and eaten in the workshop, and Basil's father brought Baker and Daisy to it.

The three of them didn't leave after delivering the meal. The molten steel was burned out, and it felt like the finished product could be seen when the stars rose. They were completely infected by everyone's emotions.

Chris pursed his lips and watched the masters take out the parts one by one from the mold and put them together according to his own instructions, his mood almost collapsed.

Even if he has a golden finger, as a rigorous mechanic and a former scientific researcher with his own invention patent, he also kneels down to the efficiency of this kind of indigenous steelmaking with a daily output of [-] tons.

I didn't analyze the steel. If it is particularly brittle and explodes in a while, whose fault is it?

When the mold is closed, one can see the opposite steel cylinder from this end, the other end is filled with gunpowder, several sections are buckled together, and the head has a pointed cannonball. One of the old men is excited, "Quick, tell me how to use it. !"

Chris looked left and right, every grandpa was gearing up, if the bomb exploded, he would die, okay?

Isn't it good to just see how it looks after you say it?

Each of you is very important!If something goes wrong, I can't afford it!

So he tried hard to stop it, "We'll do the experiment in the daytime tomorrow, it's better to check all the data again..."

The old man interrupted him seriously, "You must have a sense of urgency in doing things, and seize the day, don't you know? Today's things must be today, and tomorrow will be tomorrow!"

An old brother behind him held his heart, closed his eyes and held his neck up and sang in an aria, "... Live every day as if it were your last." After finishing, he pointed at Chris with a walking stick, "Who knew the old man would Will we still be able to see the sun tomorrow? We must see it today!"

An expression that doesn't close your eyes when you can't see death.

Chris wanted to kneel to him, "Okay, let's go to the big experiment site behind the workshop. I'll show you how to operate it." At least he can judge the situation by himself through rich experience.

It was time to get off work, and the master craftsmen in the workshop had to rest. No one went home today, and they all gathered around to look at this strange new weapon.

Some masters vaguely felt that this thing had something to do with it. Not to mention the tube, they divided several sections of shells filled with gunpowder, and felt that there was something to do with it.

Everyone's attitude was very correct, and when they realized that they seemed to be wrong, they put away a lot of contempt, and they all took the initiative to stay and watch.

The little master carried the rocket launcher to the back field, and the workers piled a cone-shaped stone pile more than one meter high as the target according to Chris' request.

It was just a steel bracket, and two young masters carried it one after the other. Chris squatted and tried to put the gun barrel on his shoulders, and the golden silk and white feathers were curled up or spread to the back.

As soon as the little master who was carrying him let go, Chris almost knelt down, it was so heavy!In other words, this body is so weak!I can't lift a cannon barrel, blah blah~

He struggled to hold on, and the elders leaned over and asked, "Do you want to use this posture to fight?"

"Is it OK to flip this switch?"

"Break from left to right?"

"The aiming method is the same, I can see it, it feels the same as archery!"

"Little guy, get up and let grandpa feel the weight."

"It's this posture, you can stand even if you can bear the recoil... Yes, it's the switch, and the safety on it... The principle of aiming is indeed the same..."

Chris tried his best to persist in answering the question, his legs were trembling, and he was suddenly held by an elder who didn't know how to turn around, and he sat on the ground next to him.

The old men moved the cannon barrel two feet excitedly, squatted down one by one to try, and dropped several walking sticks on the ground.

Chris's legs were so sore that he couldn't stand up for a while, and sat on the ground sluggishly, a little unable to react...

Bazel suppressed a smile and came over to help him up with Baker, "The old man loves to play like a child, and I feel sorry for you being tired, so I'm sorry to say it."

Chris nodded unresponsively. The way that he was moved aside and sat down on the ground just now, the elders were indeed very considerate without any malice.

That is, in terms of literature and art, it seems that there is a hole in the heart, there is a piece missing, what is wrong...

Damn, it must have been infected by the grandpa who sang the last day of his life.

Chris stood up straight, the cannon barrel had already been surrounded three times by the old master and the elders, and he couldn't squeeze in at all!

Baker squeezed his arms and legs to wipe his sweat, "Oh, you're exhausted, sit by the side and take a rest, it'll be fine when the grandpas have enough fun. They always do this when they see new things..."

"No, this thing, it's a semi-finished product..." Chris wandered around the human wall anxiously, what the hell, the spirit of science is not reflected in this way.

Science is about taking risks, not about foolishness!

Baker dragged him to the side and sat down, smiled and let him drink tea, "It's okay, it's okay, they are more troublesome than you think, and you don't blame you if there is a problem. You will know after staying for a long time."

Most of the bloodlines are inherited by families, and the worry is that the male juvenile rebellious children in the family are supernatural horses. The Falconeye bloodline is a wonderful work of reverse thinking!

They don't have problem children or rebellious teenagers, because they all struggled for the ideals and fantasies of becoming heroes in their teenage years, and fighting is not a problem.

Then, when you get old, you’ve become a hero, you’ve done everything you want to do, and the world can’t hold them anymore, so you’re all old people with problems.

Curiosity is stronger than children!

Chris was surrounded by Bazel and Baker, and Daisy jumped up and tried to watch the cannon barrel from a high altitude, and she couldn't squeeze in because it was all grandpas.

While Chris was pondering whether to do something like yelling and screaming to prevent further danger from happening, the crowd scattered in the direction of the target.

Being pressed on the stool, Chris' legs were still weak. He lost his water glass in a panic and pressed the armrest and did not stand up. There was a bang in his ear.

The old men took three steps back in unison, and the one who was carrying the barrel sat down on the ground.

Everyone stared at the target, the smoke cleared, the cone-shaped stone pile more than one meter high, the thickness of the interruption was two feet, each stone was one foot square, and it was violently broken into many pieces smaller than a fist. gravel.

Whoa~ Aww!This is enough to blast the giant beast into slag, and it is so easy to carry with only one barrel!

The old men were excited and cheered in unison. All the masters in the workshop turned to look at Chris, and the curiosity in their eyes almost overflowed.

The grandpa who sang the last day of life jumped over first, "Xiaowa, you can pick whatever you want from the collection in grandpa's yard!"

He got up, and the other elders were all talking about giving Chris something.

Chris has a disturbed conscience, this is good luck, good luck!Shouldn't this be the process for scientific experiments? !

This simple and crude method failed 99 times out of [-]. Just now he was so scared that he stopped breathing.

However, no one heard his voice, and everyone surrounded him like a baby and sent him back to the house. At the end, all the elders waved their sticks and said to him, "If Arthur bullies you in the future, tell grandpa , I beat him to death!"

Chris put on a blank face, isn't this enough to beat Arthur into hemiplegia?

Entering into a family with secondary illnesses, they seem to take it for granted that the people in our family, the people we like, are so awesome and talented, and no one cares about how Chris knows this.

Those thought process principles that I worked so hard to compile some time ago seem to be white jobs at the moment. I guess they will only cheer when they build a large computer by themselves in the future.

After sending everyone away and wiping his face, Chris clenched the material sample box in his hand, and the recipe must be done tonight.Seeing the excitement of these old men, I have to play with that gun barrel tomorrow.

The next time may not be as lucky as today.